CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
HOW A DOG'S HEAD WAS SET ON DUBLIN GATE.
Three months after, as the February snow lay deep on roof and road, Ludar and I walked in a strange procession through the streets of Dublin.

In front went three trumpeters on horseback, with the pennon of England drooping from their trumpets.

Behind them rode a picked troop of English horse, gaily caparisoned and very brave with ribbons and trappings.

Then, alone, went Sir John Perrott, the Lord Deputy, a smirking man who seemed to doubt the whole business.

He was mounted too, and at his tail rode three officers of his house, and after them more trumpeters and troopers.